The red door

For me…
once they go
through the
red door 🚪
it ain’t no,
you and them...
those who worship
the golden calf
in the form of
a rotund fellow,
geriatric, preening
in shades of orange…
or burnt sienna.

The choosing
of the wrong side…
families divided
as ignorance
doesn’t coincide
with growth,
hard truths…
dictating that
we leave them
behind…
as it ain’t divine
to be lead by
the deaf, dumb
and blind
by design…
those who abhor
the cohesiveness
of the human strain

A reading by way of the Pa and Son Adventures… (music credit: Bubble Tea from The Boss Baybee Beat Tape).

Actual footage of a crowd being turned out… and me on a train.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes